" 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐭 " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥🌸

The huge auditorium was packed with people, all had come to listen to some great personality, two people were sitting on a sofa facing each other on a big stage. One of them was questioning the person sitting in front, who would be about forty years of age and the other would be about seventy years of age or more. There were slight wrinkles on the face but there was a pleasant glow, there were glasses on the eyes but there was a unique intoxication that could hypnotize anyone, the teeth may be fake but the smile of his trembling lips was real.

" I May be allowed to ask some personal questions?" Reporter asked him.

That old man chuckled a little and said that " I know what are you going to ask that why I never got married? " He bites his lower lip with a smirked, like he used to do in his youth.

"Well, I would love to ask you, but we all know that like before, this time also you will answer it in your own way but not properly, for the last fifty years the whole nation wants to know this Mystery, we all know I'm sure it'll always be a Mystery, so I won't ask you that." The reporter laughed a little.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for his question, the audience was more interested in hearing his answers than his questions, because his sense of humor was unbeatable, the way he used to hit every ball outside the boundary, that was really commendable Was.

"Tell us about your first love, who was your first love?" Reporter asked with a slight smiled but his curiously looking at him.

"My mother." He answered and looked out to the audience, while his entire family sat in the front row of the crowd listening to him, pride in each family member's eyes.

"Second time?" That reporter was also cunning, when he asked again, everyone started laughing.

"My grandmother." He replied again in the same tone.

" Third time? " That reporter asked again.

"My granddaughter Mannat." But this time there was softness in his voice.

"She is my third and last love."